Pei Yang lowered his eyes, his handsome face looked a little dull, "I've never even washed my mother's feet like this."

Shen Mingzhu felt as if there was cotton stuck in her throat and suddenly she couldn't speak.

The only sounds that could be heard in the living room were the faint sound of water and the low voices of men talking.

"My mother worked hard for us all her life, and her feet are definitely not as delicate and smooth as yours. Sometimes I wonder if it's because I'm such an unfilial son that she worked so hard that she passed away early. Her only wish before she died was for me to marry a wife. No matter how messed up I am, I can't let her die without peace of mind, so I married you back."

"Pearl."

The man suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, "I know I'm an incompetent husband, you are right to blame me."

While Pei Yang was relaxing his grip, Shen Mingzhu pulled her foot back and quickly picked up the foot cloth beside her to wipe the water off her feet.

She was afraid that if she continued washing, something might happen.

Pei Yang just squatted beside the foot basin, watching her movements, not knowing what he was thinking.

"There's still hot water in the pot. Pour out the dirty water and heat it up again."

After saying that, Shen Mingzhu put on her shoes, stood up and quickly returned to the bedroom.

When she closed the door, she glanced towards the living room. The man was still squatting, motionless, like a stone statue.

Click.

As the door was closed, the view was blocked.

I feel soft-hearted and touched, but these emotions have nothing to do with feelings.

There was no way she would accept him just because she was soft-hearted and touched.

Moreover, she did not have the courage to go forward even though she knew the ending would be BE.

Thinking of this, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

To be honest, the man was a good man with excellent character, but he was short-lived.

God is so unfair to him.

She turned off the lights and closed her eyes, but the image of the man squatting in front of the sofa with his back to her could not be shaken off.

After lying down for a while, Shen Mingzhu resigned herself to her fate and quietly opened the door a crack.

Through the crack in the door, she saw a man sitting alone on the sofa, his head leaning against the back of the chair, and she couldn't tell whether he was in a daze or asleep.

She hesitated, opened the door and walked in.

Hearing footsteps, Pei Yang looked towards her.

"What are you doing sitting here? Why don't you go to your room and sleep?"

"Ziheng locked the door, and now I am a homeless poor man."

Listening to the man's resentful voice, Shen Mingzhu silently returned to her room.

Looking at the door that was not closed, Pei Yang's silent heart suddenly began to stir.

Just as he was thinking whether this was a signal from his wife and whether he should take the opportunity to go in, he saw his wife coming out of the room holding a pillow and a quilt.

Putting the pillow and quilt on the sofa, Shen Mingzhu said, "Go to bed early," then went back to the room and closed the door.

Pei Yang: “…”

Looking at the pillow and quilt beside me, I don’t know whether to laugh or be angry.

His wife seemed to feel a little sorry for him, but not much.

Pei Yang, a tall man of about 1.8 meters, was lying on a cold and hard sofa. He couldn't even straighten his legs. He could only curl up on his side and wrap his body tightly with a quilt.

It was clearly his house, but he, the male owner, had been reduced to sleeping in the living room.

Why?

Pei Yang threw back the quilt and sat up. He wanted to be a man! But when he came to the door of the master bedroom, he couldn't knock with his raised hand. Finally, he turned around and went to the next room silently.

Boom boom boom.

Boom boom boom.

Pei Ziheng was annoyed by the persistent knocking on the door, so he threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed.

Open the door——

"Why did you just open the door?"

"Why don't you knock on the next door?"

The father and son spoke in unison, staring at each other.

Really useless! Watching Pei Yang holding the quilt and walking towards the bed, Pei Ziheng couldn't help but secretly complain.

In the darkness, the rustling sound of people turning over could be heard from time to time in the room.

The lights in the room were turned on.

Pei Yang turned his head, looked at his son sitting on the bed, and asked, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Pei Ziheng looked at him expressionlessly, "You always toss and turn, making so much noise, no wonder Aunt Mingzhu refused to sleep with you."

“…”

Not only was he kicked out of the room by his wife, but even his son disliked him.

There is no place for him in this family anymore, he shouldn't come back!

——

After leaving Pei's house, Zhou Shuhuan went for a stroll on the street alone. He met an acquaintance on the way and played a few cards with him. He played until 11 o'clock before going home.

Just as he closed the door of his house, the door of his room was opened, and the bloated Shen Baolan leaned against the door frame and looked at him.

"You come back so late, there is no way you can have so much to talk about for hours."

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Zhou Shuhuan asked her, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"Wait for you."

"What are you waiting for me for?"

After Shen Baolan became pregnant, she was able to eat and sleep well. She would fall asleep as soon as she lay down on the bed every night and would not wake up even if there was thunder.

I haven't slept yet at 11 o'clock today, which is considered a breakthrough.

Zhou Shuhuan entered the room and raised his hands to take off his clothes. Shen Baolan followed him in and closed the door casually.

"You chatted with Pei Yang all night. What did you talk about?"

"Nothing."

Shen Baolan was unwilling to give in. "When is Pei Yang going to leave this time?"

"have no idea."

"Just ask him."

Zhou Shuhuan glared at her and said angrily, "You just can't stand seeing Shen Mingzhu doing well, right? Pei Yang has been gone for half a year, and he finally comes home to spend time with his wife and son, but you wish he would leave tomorrow. What does it have to do with you whether Pei Yang leaves or not? Is there something wrong with your brain or what?"

Shen Baolan touched her belly and said, "I'm just asking casually, why are you so fierce? You will regret it if you scare your son!"

Zhou Shuhuan glanced at Shen Baolan's big belly and felt inexplicably annoyed.

Son, son, son. All he does is talk about having a son all day long. It’s not like he doesn’t have a son!

Zhou Shuhuan suppressed his anger and suddenly asked Shen Baolan, "You said before that Shen Mingzhu's cooking was terrible?"

"yes……"

It was as if a switch was turned on, and Shen Baolan started to talk nonsense and make up stories about Shen Mingzhu.

It is said that when Shen Mingzhu was in her hometown in the countryside, she fed pigs to death, lost her sheep while herding, mistook a yellow eel for a water snake when she went to the fields to harvest rice, and was so scared that she screamed and cried. She couldn't even dry corn properly because it sprouted after being wet by the rain. The steamed buns she made were harder than stones and could make a hole when hit on the ground. Even dogs wouldn't eat them if she threw them to them.

In the past, whenever Zhou Shuhuan heard this, he would be extremely grateful that he did not marry Shen Mingzhu, a lazy woman.

But now, he just felt stupid and was deceived like a fool.

If Shen Mingzhu really can't do anything, how can he make egg cakes and moon cakes? He is so stupid.

"...Do you know why Shen Mingzhu has to be someone's stepmother? Because she's not good at anything and can't get married!"

"What about you? Why did you marry a divorced man like me and become Xiao Hao's stepmother?"

Shen Baolan was so stunned by the question that she didn't notice the sarcasm in Zhou Shuhuan's tone.

"I, I love being a stepmother!"

Shen Baolan reacted very quickly, but she didn't know that her husband thought she was hypocritical and ridiculous.

How come he was blind in the first place?

How great it would be if he married Shen Mingzhu.

That way he could eat delicious meals every day like Pei Yang, and he would also work hard to make money and bring it home to his wife so that she could live a good life.

At this time, Shen Baolan had no idea of ​​the regret and melancholy in her husband's heart. She thought that her husband would feel disgusted with Shen Mingzhu after listening to her arrangement, just like in the past.

Initially, she framed Shen Mingzhu in front of her husband just to prevent him from having any thoughts about Shen Mingzhu.

After all, in the dream, her husband married Shen Mingzhu, and she used some means to snatch this marriage from Shen Mingzhu.

After she became pregnant, she felt that her position as the daughter-in-law of the Zhou family had been consolidated, but she had formed a habit of making up stories about Shen Mingzhu in front of her husband every now and then, otherwise she would feel uncomfortable.

For example, now, after arranging the story for Shen Mingzhu, she felt particularly comfortable. She closed her eyes for less than three seconds and fell into a sweet dream, but she was unaware of her husband's tossing and turning.